Juke Box 1981 Poem by Cia Frizzell

1981 was about when i started listening to death metal, lol...it was my rebellion against whinny english lads- and it was about the year i had a arguement with a girl over this very subject, she liked the Police, up until that arguement, I hated them and her...until later, i realized she was right lol. btw i love to see your stuff (remember i always i told you could write!) lol celt

This is a nice one I like the way it shows a time in your life but not enough to really matter please this is a complement don’t take it any other way enjoyed the read picked up something here to boot for myself

So what were you doing in that pub? Evocative and self deprecatiing. You always manage to say so much with so little apparent effort. Sharp commentating as usual Cia. jim

Interesting poem. Short and effective. You should have picked 'Burnin' for You' by Blue Oyster Cult or any Jethro Tull song from before! -Michael

i was into the whole Doors revival thing then, so i guess i hadn't grown up either. Clash and Pretenders, too, and the beginnings of my disdain for Era-centrists. And you could still get a song for 50-cents back then (tho not from 'fitty-cent') .

I have a huge smile on my face, I like this a lot...

The tone of melancholy in your recollections is very interesting. Don

Your last line is superb. Why have I missed this one? 1981 - I think it was 'And the Band Played Waltzing Mathilda' by Eric Bogle. It was 'Learning Co-op' days of children and alternatives and strumming my new guitar. This piece seemed to embody the anti-war movement and embrace the diggers at the same time. Classy poem Cia. love, Allie xxxx

read the list of poems until this one, finally deciding to respond, basic chicken you know, , spent summer 81 in key west, i thought then that someone had just invented the radio that year, swear it was attached to my head with wood screws or something, listened until my ears looked foolish, summer is a magnet, everytime i hear a certain song i can tell when it was released..seems like sorrow had not slipt into the music yet, , , ....anywho.., , , i like the voice thru your poems, can hear a distinct voice coming out, especially the toys watching, is that about your son? your poems remind me of then, , when we have not comiited our wings, the tune of someone song i hear about being vain or no matter how wonderful something might be..or human eyes like arrows fixed...or whatver you obviously understand the point..good poems.definately only for the truth, , gregory

I was listening to Dylan and Springsteen, my wife liked Michael Jackson....LOL.